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Vivienne.I’m unsure whether she still recalls me fondly or just with pain. I don’t know if she’ll distance herself or deny I ever mattered. Yet it doesn’t matter to me. I’m unable to quit at this point.“I refuse to leave you by yourself any longer," I murmured inwardly yet it seemed as if I was addressing her directly. "No matter how you attempt to escape.”The horizon blazed red as the sun set like blood oozing behind the clouds. A stunning sighJulian's POVThe color just disappeared from her face. She looked speechless.I stood there feeling really tired.A question came to my mind. Did I still recognize the woman standing in front of me?I rubbed my face slowly. The room felt all of a sudden. The smell of alcohol was making my headache worse.After being in the hospital for days with all the beeping machines and the smell of disinfectant coming to this was like a slap in the face.Ophelia was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her face looked really worn out. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were red from crying and not sleeping.I did not feel sorry for her. I just felt tired. A deep tiredness that made me not even want to be angry."What are you doing in my house?" I finally asked her.Ophelia blinked a few times."I-""I am asking what you are doing here." My voice was not loud. It sounded cold."I have a k
Julian's POVThe drive home was really quiet. I did not expect it to be that quiet. Maximilian started talking about his friends at school. How he was going to tell them that his mom is the strongest person in the world.I listened to him. Smiled sometimes. When the car pulled into the driveway I got a feeling in my chest.Something was not right. The living room lights were still on even though it was daytime. The curtains were hanging unevenly. I felt uneasy for no reason.The moment I opened the door I stopped."Oh my God."Maximilian stopped beside me. We were both quiet.The living room was a mess. There were bottles all over the table. The sofa cushions were on the floor. There were shopping bags everywhere. I saw glass near the rug.Maximilian grabbed my hand."Dad."I looked at him."Yeah?""Did someone rob our house?"I let out a sigh. For a second I thought
Julian's POV"You need to go too.""I know."The truth was that I was not ready to leave.Vivienne took my hand in hers."Work hard."I gave her a smile."You sound more like my boss than my secretary.""That's because your secretary is not brave enough to tell you what to do."I chuckled softly.There was silence between us again. For a moment I just stared at Vivienne's face.I remembered the night Vivienne had nearly lost consciousness. I remembered the doctor telling me Vivienne could have died.I remembered the fear that had almost destroyed me. Without realizing it I tightened my grip on Vivienne's hand."We will come back this weekend."Vivienne nodded."I will be waiting.""I am serious.""So am I."I let out a breath. Then I leaned down. Pressed a gentle kiss to Vivienne's forehead.Vivienne's eyes closed
Julian's POV I still didn't like this idea.Even after Vivienne had said it many times since this morning something still felt off about leaving her at the hospital.Vivienne was sitting against the bedrest.Her face was still white, her body still seemed weak, and now and then I saw looks of pain she tried to cover up whenever she thought I wasn't watching.She was as stubborn as ever."You both need to go home."I guess I heard that line more than ten times today.Max's tiny bag was already by the door.I saw it before I looked back at Vivienne.It felt like I was parting with a person I ought not to leave."Dad."Maximilian's voice made me turn around. He stood by Vivienne's bed with a sad look.There was none of his usual energy."I don't want to go home."Vivienne smiled faintly."You said that yesterday too.""Because I really don
Vivienne's POV "He wept when a doctor said the operation was needed."I swallowed hard.Hearing that pain much more than the ache in my head."I do not want him to face a thing like this""Neither do I."Julian gazed at Maximilian for a sec before looking back at me.The exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss."He kept asking if you were going to be okay."I lowered my eyes briefly."What did you tell him?""I told him you're strong."A faint smile appeared on my lips."I don't feel strong.""Vivienne."Julian's voice turned serious.His gaze left me no room to escape."You're much stronger than you think."I chuckled low to mask the feeling growing within me.The movement made my head throb again.I stopped immediately before Julian noticed."You've always been good at exaggerating."
Vivianne's POV Max's voice pulled me back. He was holding a picture he made on a piece of paper from the nurse.The image showed three folks holding hands. It was I, him and Julian.Warmth filled my heart. "It's nice." Max smiled right away with joy. "I made a picture for the mom that is the biggest.""Why?""So Mom won't disappear."My grin stopped for a bit. Julian quickly turned his gaze.We both knew what those simple words meant. I reached out and softly touched Maximilian's hair."Mom isn't going anywhere now."At least not right now. He looked happy with my reply?Julian was adding water to a cup made of plastic on the table by the bed. "Are you thirsty?" The view of the water going made me feel ill again. I nodded anyhow."Yes."Julian gave it to me right away. I took a tiny drink.Just a little one. Having lots to drink would most likely make me si
Julian's POV I was standing by the apartment door for a long time, looking at the numbers on the wall like I wished this was just a dream. The hall felt too small for my breath, too quiet for the sound in my mind.Ophelia's note had been bouncing in my head. That note I knew. It was
Julian's POV "Your mom is ill," I went on, my tone gentler now. "And she’s getting help. That’s it. If anyone asks, you just say your mom is taking a break and getting looked after."He bit his lip. “What if they still say it?”I breathed out, then said, “If they say someth
Julian's POV “Dad,” he said quietly. “Mom said if she feels good, she’ll come back home. But what if she doesn’t feel better?”I shut my eyes for a tiny moment, enough to sense the pain growing in my head. I wanted to tell him not to speak like that. I wanted to be mad that he could
Julian's POV That mornin felt thick in a way that couldn’t be seen but I could feel it in the back of my neck, in my chest, in every breath I had to keep steady just to stay calm. After persuading Maximilian to have breakfast and get ready I went into the bed room to grab a jacket and work b







